Drifts of meaning haunt my hallowed pen;
Mists alone - no solid form emerges.
The imagery is ghastly gaunt and weak.
In the end, we all find what we seek.
I mar a pristine presence with these sins
Obscene upon the page, my blots of ink
Skittering in pointless search and squeak.
In the end, we all find what we seek.
Three words collide within a labored line.
A thread of crumpled meaning - there and there!
From the jumble, Beauty seems to speak.
In the end, we all find what we seek.
Drifts of meaning haunt my hallowed pen;
Fingers follow ancient hunger's urges.
Imagery is pure and victory sweet.
In the end, we all find what we seek.
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I find poems, especially good poems, far too subjective to give criticism that would actually lead to alteration, destruction, or addition.
All I can say is - I enjoyed this one as well.
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wow! you are back with a vengenance.your muse wasn't resting or missing, it was just waiting for that hallowed pen to catch up.you are amazing and as redundant as it sounds, it's how i feel. you must have been seeking your supposedly lost must because with your muse and your pen, i will be poetically sated and delightfully so. please don't stay away, i need your profundity.
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you have grown more than i in this craft - your absence from AP has not hindered your skill, perhaps it has honed it instead. Highly lyrical in content with a strong undertone, is what makes this particularly memorable for me. Excellent, unforced, rhyme and the ease of read, carry the poem well. Blessings and best wishes, and as i've said, you have been missed.
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Hope you are well.
I'll be back.
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"I mar a pristine presence with these sins
obscene upon the page, my blots of ink"
so the page where psyche dwellsl
languishes blank until she tells
dream and vision, wont to place,
her soul to carve upon its face....
So good to see you here again!
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